Poem - John Robert Howell

        Old seems are unrelieved by discord's strain.

        The fish are reft which nets fail to contain.

        False threadbare tares await the Fisher's touch

        That tunless strings made whole may sing and

        clutch.

        'Tis not enough to ply the prayerful seine.

        Dear Christ must point the way and Mind

        maintain

        So nothing's lost that He has giv'n a place

        And broken thoughts are healed by Love's pure

        grace.